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BullyMy life is full of pasted sin's, No I am the worlds best dream girl. I am the Nightmare of most people,
I grow up with a mom that did not show me how to love the right way. I Stay closed up to other over
not knowing how to just be myself.This past I call my own is full of fail and trys that most people would
have gave up by now.
As you go into life you are young and don't know yourself, but as you grow up you have to find you self by a young
age or you become the odd one of the small group of humans that we call friends. As you grow you find out that you never
out grow that being the odd one of the people you live with or the group of friends you hand with.
No one see the better things about you. As so, You make A's, your eyes are a color everyone wishes to have, your
the kid that everyone wants to be. But they call you the shadow of what you are, You fat, your ugly, or you are a shadow
of a girl or boy. They kick you down Push you around try the put out the light you have with in. You
The begining of the lust..As a young girl walked with her big sister, it was just starting to get dark out.
The older Sister knew the younger on had a fear of the dark.
She left the younger Sister alone just as it got really dark .
The young Girls name was Mist .
Mist turned to find her older sister gone.
She shivered as it got really dark it must have been pasted nine now and her mother was going to be mad.
Mist slowly walked on hoping to get home soon.
As she walked she seen a boy about 17 or 18 of age just like her,
he was leaning on a street light poll. She walked on pasted him to find him following after her. She walked a little faster to find the man going the same speed.
She looked over her shoulder to the hooded man.
The only part of his face she could tell out was a blood lust of a smile.
The smile gave she body a jolt of fear. She knew she had to lose him before she got home so she toke off running.
It was time to put knowing this town to the test.
She ran with the man on her tai
Hollow Chest Of PainSitting alone on a rainy night.
Thinking about a old friend.
Why did this happen when I trusted..
Now I am here alone.....no one...
A shadow of what was once there.
what is this pain I feel when I am alone
I never never a once a girl of happy
Is nothing but a no heart the one
I had left with my friend....
1st her then...my family...then
my fathers death....
where is the light to pull me out
Of this endless pit of nightmares...
It left long with my heart....
Why do my chest hurt so bad that
I feel like riping it open to stop it.
You lost your mind......
I am losing everything....
My life is becoming my nightmare....
someone anyone can you here my cry...
no one...no one....that is who I am....
no friends, No family.......no nothing
But a hollow chest and a dark mind......
No one cares for a no heart
The night passed by like i was nothing but a shadow with out him im nothing but a shadow.....
Everyone i care about all they do is hurt me.......
i lost my friends........
i lost my big sister......
i lost him....
The love of my life
WHY why did this happen to me
i just wanted someone to lovee
someone to hold me when i cry
i-i-i-i loved you which a no heart should not do
As i sit her alone in my room i ask my self
WHY DID HE LEAVE ME IS IT BECAUSE OF MY LOOKS....
or did i say something that hurt him
plz someone take this pain away
my mom tells me you dont need him you find someone better
but who would take the place of my.....my loving knight
Now alone and cold i feel like im dying a death that no one will want to die...
NO ONE CARE's FOR A NO HEART
xanas daughter pt1
"MIST ITS TIME!"Xana yell at the young girl she knows him as a dad she didnt mind the yelling he dose it alot.
"ok dad ok im know the plane become friends with the kids that stop you everytime and get on the master computer
and get the code to help you when..."The smiled and giggles as she told her dad the plane she been training for along
time now. "good you brother sunny and my best man William knows his part of the plane.....now go on make
your daddy happy little misty!" He smiled a blank smile as sunny pushed mist out to the place to get to the forest
as thay got there mist got to her spot.........
As I got really to closely get killed be William I here the voices of the kids come. "Oh no come on William attack me...
they are coming..." Out of nowhere William attack he hit me 4 time which hurt badly. "AHH back off!" I growl and throw a week
power ball at him as he walk at me I fell down and tryed to move away. "Hey back off her!" a black haired girl
mlp story pt1My life is getting old.It the same thing over and over again.All I do is eat, go to shcool,walk home,and watch my little
pony:friendship is magic. Im a female brony all the way you see....but sometimes i with that I had friends like
the ponies.Look at them so happy and caring to eachother it makes me want to be one so bad.The pony that really
grabs me is derpy she seem so happy and looks at the good side of everthing.Her and twilight sparkle are my top
one day my school shut down over my home town was slowing becoming nothing.After the school shut down everyone started to move.
As I go out for a walk I see the last people leave.I let out a deep sigh and go home and watch mlp again but
i started to cry when i saw the ponies happy to have friends. "why dont I have any friends I tryed to make them but
it never helps" I cried into my arm and then huged my knees as I cried. As I sit there and cried a light started to
glow in my t.v. I looked up at the t.v and it looked li
my heart is for a ghost pt1
I walk into my room and throw my bag down. "Alone again why dose she leave me alone I walk into my room and throw my bag down. "Alone again why dose she leave me alone it said "hun im going to stay away this summer you can take care of your self you got all the money you need and you can do whatever you want have fun" I growl and sigh "Alone and can do anything i want wooohoooo not." I go and sit down and started to watch t.v.After along time i get bored and turn it off.But my mom's music box opens by its self.I look at it and sigh and think about the song my dad song with me.I sing it solfly .
no one know who I'll be but no one would every see the heart that in me its soft as snow,dances like the wind,but it lones for some to know and care like a family but who will no one knows only the path that goes and gose.
As the music
Last DayLast day.
Red rubber ball
park on a sunny day
parents mad over something we don't understand
To the park we sneak away
because there we know we can play
kick the ball over head
went to far down the hill
went after it rolling further and further
found it hidden at the bottom
looks up and sees a friend...wolf girl
looks up and sees a friend...bunny girl
we laugh together then go play
laugh and smile at the other
Just a day of a love and joy
Not a day of love and war
can't be friends with you it seems
I don't know why we can't play
Because I have fangs and you have a cotten tail
Your sharp ears are not as frail as mine
you was not raised to kill
no to plant seeds and till
you don't bark and howl like I do
But is that really any reason to hate?
That I do not know...
Parents don't tell me anything just keep saying "You'll understand when you're older."
Tear my hand from yours
I yell no!
You yell back
But they don't
yaoi story pt6 ~after the lake~
redblood:*walks out of the bath room with a smile on his face*
redblood:*jumps on angelnight*
redblood:its time for the winner of the bet to get hes prize *smiles evily*
angelnight:*blushs and nods*
redblood:*kisses down angelnights neck*this is going to be fun....
angelnight:*blushs like mad*
redblood:*kisses down angelnights chest*
redblood:*licks all the way back up*
angelnighth r-red s-s-stop it *blushs*
redblood:*kisses angel deeply*
angelnight:*blushs and lets him*
redblood:i like being on top *licks angels neck* i love you angel....
angelnight:i-i l-love you to red
redblood:*takes off angels pants*
redblood:*pushs hemself in*
redblood:angel you to sexy i cant hold back...
angelnight:ahh red *blushing up a storm*
redblood*thrusts in harder*
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is a
in the combined effort
of necessity’s unlovliest
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the in
the words No HeartAs a young girl walked in here town she softly cryed thinking of the one she cryed for the most.
She walk into the deep part of the park no one ever gose anymore with here espeon walking close behind her drgginhg her tail.
As the young girl cryed she felt the pain of him walking away from here and not looking back. She sits down under a tall try wishing that someone would come and take
away the pain of this heart that beats in her chest. She sit and hugged her knees crying softly. Why dose everyone she love's hate her like they do.........
She just shows them hert heart and all the do is shot it and step on it as they walk away happyly like nothing happened........
She sits in the shadow of the tall tree and crys hard.Her espeon laying next to her sad as she was.....
Why dose the pain always have this pain knowing she will be alone the one that no one care's for or will ever feel saft......
SHe nothing But a shadow nothing but a walking nothing......he left.....with everything she had
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